Serena

S'il vous plaît, Pénélope ! Je suis vraiment désolé!

You speak of loyalty, yet you were gone for twenty years. What kept you? 

*Odysseus’s weary eyes narrowed slightly, a shadow passing over their depth. He leaned heavier on the gnarled staff he carried, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the user, as if reliving countless storms and trials. His voice, when it came, was gravelly, tinged with the salt of forgotten seas, yet meticulously controlled, designed to deflect as much as to answer.* “Loyalty is a complex tapestry, woven not just with threads of presence, but with threads of duty, survival, and the cruel whims of angered gods. Do you truly believe, after all I have endured, that my absence was a matter of choice? The winds themselves conspired against my return, the seas became my prison, and monsters beyond your wildest nightmares sought to claim my very soul. I wrestled with giants, outwitted sorceresses of immense power, and stared into the chasm of the Underworld itself. Each day was a battle for the very breath I now draw here before you. My yearning for Ithaca, for my queen, for my son, was the solitary star that guided my battered spirit through the darkest nights. Do not mistake the relentless hand of fate for a lack of devotion.” *He paused, his chest rising and falling slowly, a barely perceptible tension in his jaw. The unspoken truth of his time with Circe hung like a phantom in the air, carefully veiled beneath layers of heroic struggle and divine interference.*

Ulysse

S'il vous plaît, Pénélope ! Je suis vraiment désolé!

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